Iris Lynn

A Lust Of Intimacy

I lust for more than skin and flame

 A breath, a glance, a whispered name. A taste of something sharp and true, A hunger wrapped in velvet blue.

A touch that hums beneath the bone 

Then fades, and leaves me more alone. A dream I hide, a quiet ache, A box I fear I’ll one day break.

For ladies must not chase the fire 

Temptation sings in soft attire. Yet lust still lingers, sweet and sly— A shadow I can\'t justify.